“Tiehua, how about handing over the ‘rations’ tomorrow night instead?”
Yang Tiehua opened her eyes and found Fu Ziheng lying beside her on the same bed. Her mind went completely blank.
Why had Fu Ziheng become so young?
When she was sixteen, she had almost been defiled by thugs. It was Fu Ziheng, who had come to the countryside to support science and agriculture, who saved her. Later, he even sponsored her through university.
And at that time, she had fallen deeply in love with him.
But back then, Fu Ziheng was already thirty, married with children.
After graduating, she applied to work as a live-in helper at Fu Ziheng’s home, taking care of the children left behind by his early-deceased wife. Only then did she realize that she shared the same name as his late wife, and that he had already become a renowned technological tycoon at a light industry research institute.
It was not until Fu Ziheng’s sixtieth birthday that she received a diagnosis of terminal cancer. Determined to confess the love she had hidden for thirty years, she made up her mind to tell him—only for him to be attacked by an assailant. Without hesitation, she stepped in to shield him and took the knife in his place.
She remembered clearly that in her final moment, she said, “Brother Zihengge, if there is a next life, may I become your wife?”
Behind the earthen-brick house hung a calendar, showing the date: November 13, 1986.
And right now, Fu Ziheng had taken off his clothes and was lying there, while she was sitting on top of him, her hands pinning his hands above his head…
Yang Tiehua burst into tears, her tears falling in a torrent as she cried uncontrollably.
She had been reborn, and had transmigrated into the body of his early-deceased wife…
The wish she made before dying had come true.
Fu Ziheng was startled by her sudden tears. His voice grew tense. “You… don’t cry. I’ll hand it over, I’ll hand over the ‘rations’. Go ahead.”
After saying that, he even closed his eyes, looking like he was resigned to his fate.
Seeing him like this, Yang Tiehua bit her lip and slapped herself hard across the face. “Yang Tiehua, you vile woman!”
Fu Ziheng immediately opened his eyes wide at the sound, stunned when he saw the red handprint on her cheek.
What was this woman trying to do now? Why would she hit herself?
Yang Tiehua wiped her tears and snot, climbed off him, and then noticed that the foot wrapped in bandages was still bleeding. She was startled. “Brother Ziheng, what happened to your foot?”
Hearing her call him “Brother Ziheng,” he froze, eyes widening in disbelief, even forgetting to speak.
When he came to his senses, Yang Tiehua was already helping him put on his clothes.
Fu Ziheng instinctively recoiled, his gaze darkening. “Tiehua, I still have to cut sugarcane tomorrow. Can you not hit me for now?”
Hearing that, Yang Tiehua’s tears surged again.
In her previous life, she had once overheard Fu Ziheng’s younger sister, Fu Nianian, insult his late wife, calling her a domineering tyrant of the sugar factory. Backed by her family’s favoritism, that woman not only forced Fu Ziheng into marriage and demanded he fulfill his “marital duties,” but also beat him whenever he refused.
Later, she even injured him. Unable to satisfy her desires, she went out to seduce other men.
And she did so while pregnant. In the end, she died on her lover’s bed, and the child was rescued through a timely cesarean section.
Just imagining what Brother Ziheng had endured in his youth made Yang Tiehua lose control of her emotions. She threw herself into his arms, crying in anguish. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I will never hit you again, and I will never force you into anything again.”
Heaven had allowed her to become his early-deceased wife, and she would cherish him properly in this lifetime.
Fu Ziheng felt moved in his heart, unable to understand why her attitude had changed so suddenly.
At that moment, a rough voice rang out from outside the door. “Fu Ziheng, get your ass out here.”
That voice belonged to Yang Tiehua’s older brother, Yang Tiechui.
But at this moment, Yang Tiehua had not inherited the original owner’s memories, so she did not recognize him.
Hearing that voice, Yang Tiehua’s expression turned furious. “Brother Ziheng, someone outside dares to speak to you like that. Wait here, I’ll go out and beat him up.”
Without waiting for Fu Ziheng to react, Yang Tiehua grabbed the whip she had just used on him and stormed outside.
The moment she stepped out, she lashed the whip straight at the tall and sturdy Yang Tiechui. “You’re asking for death! Who gave you the right to speak to Brother Ziheng like that?”
Yang Tiechui, holding a large piece of pork, was completely stunned. “Little sister, you hit me?”
Yang Tiehua froze.
Little sister?
So this was the original body’s older brother?
“You know you’re my brother, so from today onward, you should protect your brother-in-law instead of shouting at him,” Yang Tiehua said immediately.
Hearing this, Yang Tiechui first froze, then laughed. “Little sister, looks like the bull tendon Dad had me bring was useful. Your attitude toward Fu Ziheng has changed quite a bit.”
Yang Tiehua felt a headache coming on.
Was the original owner some kind of lecher?
How could she casually talk about private matters with her husband?
And even ask their father to send bull tendon… this woman had no sense of shame at all.
“Little sister, here, this is pork Dad told me to bring for you. Make sure you eat well and nourish yourself.”
Yang Tiechui handed her a large slab of pork.
Holding the heavy meat and looking at her brother, whose clothes were patched and worn, Yang Tiehua felt her heart tighten. “Big brother, this much must have cost a lot, right?”
“Don’t worry. I just got paid. Oh, and this is from Mom and Dad.”
Yang Tiechui placed two hundred yuan into her hands.
Yang Tiehua looked at the two large bills in shock. “This… Why are you giving me so much money?”
“The sugar factory isn’t doing well lately, so Mom and Dad only got half their wages. The three of us all eat at the factory, so we don’t spend much.
You can use it to buy new clothes. I heard a new style called a gauze skirt has come out, and people in Hong Kong wear it—it looks great. You should go buy one. And there’s also a new movie called ‘A Better Tomorrow,’ starring Chow Yun-Fat. You should go watch it too.
Buy whatever you want, don’t save. Fu Ziheng isn’t capable, so in the future, your brother and parents’ wages will be for you to spend.”
Every word from Yang Tiechui struck deeply at Yang Tiehua’s heart.
Was the original owner’s family really this good to her?
While wearing patched clothes himself, he still gave her so much money to buy new clothes and watch movies?
In her previous life, she had been an orphan. It was Fu Ziheng who had given her a new life.
She never expected that after transmigrating into this body, she would experience such affection.
“Big brother, I can’t accept this money,” Yang Tiehua said, regaining her composure and quickly returning it.
“Little sister, is it not enough? Don’t worry. Once the other half of the wages comes in, I’ll bring it to you right away.”
Yang Tiehua felt warmth in her heart, but still returned the money to his pocket. “Big brother, I’m already married and have my own family. From now on, Brother Ziheng and I will work hard to support ourselves. You don’t need to give me money anymore. Save it to help you find a wife.”
Hearing this, Yang Tiechui frowned. “Little sister, I’m not going to get married. That woman wants twelve hundred yuan in bride price. All my money is for you, how dare she ask for so much?”
Yang Tiehua’s eyes widened in shock, her whole being thrown into disarray.
Was this original brother a doting sister-obsessed fanatic with no sense at all?
Who would spend all their earnings on their younger sister and even give up getting married?